Joseph.
Sir Oliver, your servant.
Sir Oliver.
[Looking up.] Eh? Is that you, Nephew. Yes, I remember. I sent for you.
Joseph.
You are busy this morning, Uncle. I’ll wait upon you another day.
Sir Oliver.
No, no, Joseph. Stay, and hear what I have to tell you. I sent for you to say that I had decided to pardon your past misconduct and restore you to favour. Six months of Charles’s society have convinced me of the folly of adopting a reprobate.